With many eyes looking at it, Xu Chengfu knew what it was like. The higher the appetite, the more curious the audience became. Just the word "Li Xianyuan" was enough to arouse their interest. The first step was completed.

One diner shouted: "Master Li is famous for his poems, but it is not said that he has ever written a book. Are you kidding us?"

Another person said: "I know about this. Huashuge in the west of the city sells Lord Li's book. It seems to be called Journey to the West."

"Journey to the West? I'm tired of hearing about Tang Monk and his disciples. It's so difficult to go back and forth. There's so much to talk about. Is this really written by Master Li? Or is it a poem written by Master Li for Tang Monk and others?"

A person in front of the stage laughed and shouted: "Stop the lawsuit. Let's talk quickly. We have never been to a private school, and we don't understand those poems and songs very well. But since they are from Mr. Li, it doesn't matter if we listen to them, right? wrong?"

Xu Chengfu stroked his goatee: "No, no, no. Mr. Li's book is neither a poem nor a song. Just listen to me slowly."

Snapped--

"It is said that the world is divided into four major continents. Dongsheng Shenzhou, Xiniuhezhou, Nanfanbuzhou, and Beijuluzhou. This Dongsheng Shenzhou has a country called Aolai country. Aolai country has a flower and fruit mountain, and an immortal stone on the top of the mountain. This immortal stone has existed since the beginning of the world. It has been graced by the innocence of the earth and the beauty of the sun and the moon. A fairy fetus has been conceived within it..."

The storyteller on the stage was eloquent, and the diners in the audience were mesmerized. There were even many people outside the door and windows to listen, and even the waiter was leaning on the counter, listening in a daze. However, they were all listening to the book, and no one asked him to do anything. .

Li Xianyuan once tried his best to overestimate Journey to the West. After all, it was a classic from the previous life, and it would not be much weaker no matter how weak it was here. But he still underestimated the influence of Journey to the West here.

Among the novels written by scholars everywhere who meet female ghosts and wish to be happy with you. Knights travel thousands of miles and travel the world with swords, a mythological novel is extremely eye-catching.

Otherwise, I would not have finished writing Journey to the West, and a vision would appear, as if I had become a Buddha immediately.

In particular, Journey to the West has long been known, and storytellers and historical records are common, but none are as detailed as Li Xianyuan's personal experience.

After talking for an hour, Xu Chengfu took a cup of tea, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and continued: "...The monkey king was mentioned by the Bodhisattva as Sun Wukong, which means Wukong! Chaos is not divided into chaos, the sky and the earth are chaotic, vast and indistinct. People see that since Pangu broke through the Hongmeng, opened up the distinction between the pure and the turbid. It has supported all living beings to look up to the benevolence, and found that all things are good. If you want to know the origin of creation, you must read the Journey to the West. If you want to know what will happen next, please listen. Back to——"

Snapped--

There was a row of gavel trees, and everyone in the audience was excited.

"break down!"

There was silence for a long time, and suddenly there was a thunderous applause.

The noise caused the inn to rumble, and it could be clearly heard even outside.

Xu Chengfu glanced at the layer of copper coins and a few broken pieces of silver in the basin under the counter, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The bowl is full.

Xu Chengfu stepped down from the stage, and the hall was clamoring for Xu Chengfu to speak again. He repeatedly waved his hands to shirk his words, saying that if you want to listen, you can come early tomorrow.

The inn gave him some side dishes, and Xu Chengfu bought a fresh carp. He carried it with both hands and hummed all the way back home in a good mood.

When he came to the kitchen and saw his wife busy, Xu Chengfu took the carp in his hand quite proudly and said, "Let's make it."

"Did you steal it?" The wife was surprised. This fish was at least 20 yuan ago.

"It's ridiculous, your husband and I are upright, how can we do such sneaky things." Xu Chengfu snorted and told his wife everything that happened during the day.

The wife asked: "Did Mr. Li's book help you?"

Xu Chengfu nodded and took out a large handful of copper coins from his arms, including a few pieces of snow-white broken silver: "Put these broken pieces of silver away and do not take them out under any circumstances."

"Why?" The wife was puzzled. There were five or six taels of broken silver, but the copper coins looked like a lot, but they were only a hundred coins. A thousand coins was equivalent to one tael, and the coins were only one tael of silver.

Xu Chengfu stroked his beard, no longer as miserable as he had been the day before: "Eat the well and don't forget the man who dug the well. What we have today is all thanks to Mr. Li. How can we be such an ungrateful person? When Mr. Li comes back, I will give the money to him."

Mr. Li sent it to me. He may not care about these things, but they are still what I want."

Seeing his wife counting the copper coins, Xu Chengfu laughed and scolded: "It's really worthless."

Although he counted again and again before burning the incense stick.

The wife said angrily: "You, don't get too proud too early. Who knows what will happen tomorrow and whether you can earn so much."

Xu Chengfu's eyes widened: "This book was written by Mr. Li, there is no difference!"

"Okay, I'll go buy some things and visit him when I have time." Seeing that her husband was anxious, the wife agreed softly. "You go put it away and I'll cook."

Xu Chengfu nodded.

It seemed that he had regained his courage after a long absence. After dinner, Xu Chengfu took his wife back to the room. The woman thought of something and followed her in with a slightly red face. After a while, the candlelight was extinguished.

There is drizzle outside the window.

Early the next morning, Xu Chengfu went out early. The woman walked out of the room slowly, tied her long hair up, and recalled last night, her face flushed red, and she secretly spit.

She suddenly remembered the wood carving. The two Bodhisattva statues had been carved and had not yet been delivered. So she arranged her clothes, found a piece of clean cloth to cover the palm-high statue, and went out to pick up another house.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a few patches on his robe. Hearing this, he hurriedly took it and thanked him, then took out twenty coins and handed it over.

The woman accepted it before the change. However, now that her husband has made money, she excuses herself from being a neighbor and goes home.

"Son, who is here?"

The middle-aged man watched the woman go home, and suddenly an old shout came from the yard behind him.

"She is Brother Xu's wife. The statue of Master Li that she had asked her to carve the day before yesterday was delivered."

The voices in the courtyard suddenly became urgent: "Oh? Bring it to me quickly."

The middle-aged man responded, closed the door and returned to the courtyard.

The yard is not big. There is an old jujube tree in the southeast corner. There is a table and chairs under the tree. An old woman is sitting on the chair, tremblingly trying to get up.

The middle-aged man hurriedly helped his mother up and told her not to worry. He placed the two wooden carvings covered with clean cloth on the table and uncovered the clean cloth.

The two wooden sculptures are the same, standing on the table. A long robe is fluttering. He looks like a young man of about three or four years old. His lips are pursed slightly, his eyes are indifferent, and there is a Buddha's light behind his head. Looking at his features, he is about 60 or 70% similar to Li Xianyuan.

Similar. The woman is really skillful.

The middle-aged man went back to his room and took out two futons and a cauldron of incense burners. He placed the incense burner in front of the statue, lit some incense, and helped the old mother kneel down.

The old woman clasped her hands together sincerely: "Master Li, you saved me from this miserable life. I would like to be a cow or a horse in the next life..."

"A mother's debt is paid by her son. You saved my mother, and you are my benefactor in Qingshan. In the next life, I am willing to take my mother's place as a cow and a horse!" The middle-aged man spoke powerfully, his voice echoed throughout the courtyard, and he bowed his head deeply.
Chapter completed!